It’s a short ride back from St. Florian,
Words of encouragement,
Make life easier in times like these..
A soft spoken encouraging word,
Brings doubt and troubles to their knees.
Whispers, dreams, hopes and thoughts..
All spoken in the time of need..
I’m one of the frustrated few,
Falling in and out of love–
Losing myself in you.
Kisses laster longer.
Emotions stirring.
Feelings growing stronger.
I am the rope you pull back and forth,
I sink into you.
Only deeper into you.

Hands grip the rope even tighter..
Only to me more in.
Deepest thoughts, and unending sin,
This is the price that I pay..
For all.
For everything.
Ever crime ever committed in this head of mine,
Sinking more into you.
Drowning so far into your lost brown eyes.
Soft spoken meanings mean nothing when you can die.
Words can become only meaningless.
Last kisses.
Emotions stir less.
Feelings fall apart.
Still I sink into you.
Only into you.

You..
You’re the only one I let pull me like a rope.
I love you. Only you.